Blair’s real legacy

I was talking the other night to a defence intellectual: I mean an ex army officer who now lectures at a college for real ones. He’s an old, not close, friend, and was pretty drunk as well, so I have no reason to doubt what he told me when I asked him how the preparations for our army’s retreat from Iraq were getting on.

“We’ll be the last men out”, he said. “We hold the country that the Americans will have to pull out through; and it will be our job to cover their retreat.”

I was talking this over, later at the same party with Isabel Hilton. “Go and watch the ninth company” she said. “That’s who we’ll be.”

Certainly, having the British Army there does make it easier for the American to answer John Kerry’s question from the last war they lost: “How do you ask someone to be the last man to die for a mistake?” — it’s easier if you can tell Tony (or Gordon, or David) to do it for you.

That dynamic is not going to leave British politics just because Blair has done so; and the longer the retreat is put off, the worse it will be. If the war goes really badly, it could be the one thing that breaks the myth of the “Special Relationship” in this country.

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Short sillies

  • At last, I’ve found where GNER buys their coffee though there’s nothing on that site about the importance of serving it tepid. I suppose that’s self-evident, when you click through.
  • Band names that don’t quite make it: “And you shall know us by the trail of deodorant”
  • W.H. Auden’s recipe for martini:

He announced that he would be drinking martinis, and instructed me in his favourite recipe, which consisted of: 1 bottle gin, 1 lemon, sliced, 1 tray of ice cubes and, almost an afterthought, 1 capful of dry vermouth. That lasted him for the party, and he was ready for wine with dinner.

  • Serenity is almost good, and certainly worth watching. The idea of hillbillies in space is very nicely caught and there are some great lines and one great villain. But the plot had holes you could lose a galaxy in.
  • (UPDATE) This moth’s truth in journalism award goes to the last sentence of an article about testicle size versus brain size in bats. It says: %(sane)Editor’s note: A very explicit image of bat genitalia is available here.% and if you click, that is exactly what you’ll find. In fact you may not have known that such images existed.
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Stop me before I code again

As usual at the end of a long project, I suddenly feel an urge to do all the things I haven’t been doing even if many of them also involve sitting at a computer and typing.

In particular, I have just realised that it wouldn’t shouldn’t be too hard to write a plugin that made Ecco files searchable by Google Desktop Search. I already have a library which makes it easy to examine Ecco files in Python. There are at least two python skeletons for interacting with GDS out there.

Even after fifteen years, there is still nothing that quite matches Ecco’s flexibility as a means of organising and arranging information. Its checkmark folders are an early example of tagging, and no tagging system that I have ever seen has mimicked the program’s brilliant use of a grid system for organising tags with — so that instead of a long vertical list of possible tags, running alongside a long vertical list of things-to-be-tagged, the list of possible tags is arranged in a row above the top of columns of information.

I stopped using Ecco because it grew worse and worse at interacting with the outside world. I still have problems with the shooter. But an Ecco<->google link would be completely wonderful. I bet it would be possible to get the calendar information out, too, and synch it with google calendar.

Thank god that I will not actually get around to this, since my system for any kind of remotely complex programming project is to write it out as an outline in Ecco first. This is known as illiterate programming.

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In partibus infidelium

I will be in Princeton and — for at least one day — New York City next week, arriving on the evening of Wednesday 16th and leaving in the late afternoon of Sunday 20th. This is, of course, a work trip: I am making a radio programme on neurogenesis; but if any reader in those parts makes themselves known beer can be arranged.

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Feeding the hungry

I looked at my stats the other day, and realised that I get something like 1800 visitors a day; more than 2000 when I am writing a lot here. So I feel I owe you something (you all owe me, and each other, good comments).

In particular, I decided that I owe you all feeds that work. Many thanks, then, to Rafe Coburn for first pointing out, and then, when I couldn’t, fixing, a screwup in the atom feed for this blog. It should no longer contain raw textile.

I feel that learning to understand feed templates would just be a geek too far for me. On the other hand, I just read and understood, the following sentence: The web can eat toolchain bait like this for breakfast. so perhaps I am already too far geeked.

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More mediaeval horror

The real point of all this, though, was to remember just how ghastly the middle ages were, and, by extension, just how ghastly various places around the world are right now, some, at least, as a result of our interventions. If the neocons and liberal imperialists had really supposed that they wanted to drag the whole world into an age of freedom and democracy, they might have reflected how long it took us to come to even vaguely tolerable habits. So here are the rest of Hume’s stories, taken from the accounts of the Hundred Years’ War.

  • Private security contractors:

They associ­ated themselves with the banditti, who were already inured to the habits of rapine and violence; and under the names of the companies and companions^ became a terror to all the peaceable inhabitants. Some English and Gascon gentlemen of charac­ter, particularly sir Matthew Gournay, sir Hugh Calverly, the chevalier Verte, and others, were not ashamed to take the command of these ruffians, whose numbers amounted on the whole to near 40,000, and who bore the appearance of regular armies, rather than bands of robbers. These leaders Fought pitched battles with the troops of France, and gained victories ; in one of which Jaques de Bourbon, a prince of the blood, was slain :c and they proceeded to such a height, that they wanted little but regular establishments to become princes …

  • Pacifying mountain tribesmen

Edward was obliged again to assemble an army, and to march into Scotland: the Scots, taught by experience, withdrew into their hills and fastnesses : he de­stroyed the houses and ravaged the estates of those whom he called rebels : but this confirmed them still farther, in their obstinate antipathy to England and to Baliol; and being now rendered desperate, they were ready to take advantage on the first op­portunity, of the retreat of their enemy …

  • Humanitarian intervention

The gentry, hated for their tyranny, were every where exposed to the violence of popular rage; and instead of meeting1 with the regard due to their past dignity, became only, on that account, the object of more wanton insult to the mutinous peasants. They were hunted like wild beasts, and put to the sword with­out mercy: their castles were consumed with fire, and levelled to the ground: their wives and daugh­ters were first ravished, then murdered: the savages proceeded so far as to impale some gentlemen, and roast them alive before a slow fire : a body of nine thousand of them broke into Meux, where the wife of the dauphin, with above 300 ladies, had taken shelter: the most brutal treatment and most atro­cious cruelty were justly dreaded by this helpless company: but the Captal de Buche, though in the service of Edward, yet moved by generosity and by the gallantry of a true knight, flew to their rescue, and beat off the peasants with great slaughter.

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An early example of lay participation

in the affairs of the Catholic Church:

Du Guesclin, having completed his levies, led the army first to Avignon, where the pope thea resided, and demanded, sword in hand, an absolu­tion for his soldiers, and the sum of 200,000 livres. The first was readily promised him; some more difficulty was made with regard to the second. “I believe that my fellows,” replied du Guesclin, “may make a shift to do without your absolution; but the money is absolutely necessary.” The pope then extorted from the inhabitants in the city and neighbourhood the sum of a hundred thousand livres, and offered it to du Guesclin. “It is not my purpose,” cried that generous warrior, ” to oppress the innocent people. The pope and his cardinals themselves can well spare me that sum”

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Hume meets a modern business leader

I forget who this was, but it is interesting that these are exactly, it seems to me, the character traits celebrated in modern American business:

He was courteous, affable, en­gaging, eloquent; full of insinuation and address; inexhaustible in his resources; active and enter-prising. But these splendid accomplishments were attended with such defects as rendered them perni­cious to his country, and even ruinous to himself: he was volatile, inconstant, faithless, revengeful , malicious: restrained by no principle or duty : insatiable in his pretensions : and whether successful or unfortunate in one enterprise, he immediately undertook another, in which he was never deterred”

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Hume on Scots cuisine

While I was not blogging last month, I did fool around a bit with using my phone as a note-taking device. The idea is to photograph whatever pages seem interesting, using the “document” setting on the camera, and then OCR the jpegs later. It works pretty well, even with old books:

Their whole equipage consisted of a bag of oatmeal, which, as a supply in case of necessity each soldier carried behind him; together with a light plate of iron, on which he instantly baked the meal into a cake in the open fields. But his chief subsistence was the cattle which he seized . and his cookery was as expeditious, as all his other operations. After flaying the animal he placed the skin, loose and hanging in the form of a bag, upon some stakes ; he poured water into it, kindled a fire below, and thus made it serve as a cauldron for the boiling of his victuals.

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On Buggering Hedgehogs

An interesting example of cultural deafness came my way this morning: a blog entry claiming that there are licensed witchdoctors in Bulgaria, one of whom had advised a patient to cure his premature ejaculation by attempting congress with a hedgehog.

The source quoted was on scienceblogs, a hotbed of pharyngular1 atheism as well as interesting science. Sure enough, a commentator there lamented the presence of “traditional healers” in Bulagaria, describing them as “witch doctors who pretend to talk to God”.

But the source the Orac quoted turned out to be that well known journal of cutting-edge theology, el Reg. Anyone with knowledge of the tone and manners of the tabloid press would realise that everything after the first paragraph, which may not be true, has been made up from the whole cloth and is supposed to be funny. The moral, I suppose, is that sceptics, too, will believe whatever they want to, if they want to badly enough.

On the other hand, it’s obvious that most of Orac’s commentators weren’t taken in, and one, at least, added a piece of useful knowledge: that there is a Serbian idiom for getting into difficulties, which translates as “you’ve buggered a hedgehog”.

1 would like to see “religion” extirpated

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